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I had heard about this hot professor who was giving girls sleepless nights.

He was new at our college and already trending within the first few days of being on campus grounds.

I had seen a couple of his photos, one that other students had

while he was in class, and I must agree he was smoking hot. Everything about him excited my

ovaries. I tried to put his image to the back of my mind, but instead I fantasized

about him, his mouth on my neck, heading towards my breasts, my name rolling out of his mouth

in the sexiest way possible. Oh, I could only wish he had one of those deep voices

that vibrated through the room to someone's soul. As I thought of him, I grew this desire to see him

and confirm that he was what the photos and the tabloids in college portrayed him to be.

He had sparked a certain kind of craze among the students and workers, and it seemed like everyone wanted him.

Days went by, and my fantasies about him grew stronger. I had still not met him in person, but that soon changed when he started teaching us. I had known that he would teach us that semester, and we met in the worst way I could think of. I was making out with Matt Jones at the back of the class

when he walked in on us. Matt's hands were way up in my short skirt and his mouth smeared my lipstick.

What was worse was that he saw my entire thigh and part of my ass.

I expected him to react differently, but I saw something else in his eyes.

He was hooked and seemed to be struggling to control himself.

He got out of the class and disappeared into the hallway as I straightened

out my clothes and tried to neaten my disheveled hair. After a while, I was back to normal,

and Matt had gone back to his class, but my hair, I decided, needed more care. I walked to the bathroom to sort myself out,

and then went back to class, but kept my head down during the entire lecture. I knew that he

was looking at me, but I was embarrassed. After class, everyone rushed out of the room as always,

and I was left behind since I had sat at the far end of the classroom. Hey, young lady, I wish to

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